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Max loosed a soft chuckle but otherwise stayed quiet.
Sean eyed his makeshift runway, drew in another breath, then broke into full-fledged motion. Swift strides—roundoff—back handspring—spinning backflip—touching down securely on two feet. Again, the grass muffled his perfect landing. Sean steadied himself, smiled, then tossed Max a salute as if the guy was on some Olympic judge panel.
Max laughed and shook his head. “Damn. What was that?”
“Full twisting double layout.” Sean headed back. “You like?”
“Shit, yes,” Max growled. “Goddamn. Now I’m hard.”
Sean’s smile spread wider.
So did Max’s. He motioned Sean closer. “Come here.”
Sean’s heart rate sped up. “No more then? Show’s over?”
“Show is so fucking over. Drop your shorts.”
Sean came to a stop just a couple feet away. “You want me to strip? Down to my underwear?”
Max shook his head briskly. “Lose those, too.”
“Oh. Ah… Okay.” Sean glanced around, then laughed. “Fuck. The shit you make me do.”
“Get used to it.” Max smirked and patted the space beside him.
Sean shucked his clothes and moved to sit down, but again, Max held out his hand and stopped him.
“No. Climb up and lay across my lap. Want those hips of yours on top of my thighs.”
Sean’s dick stirred immediately. “You mean… for a spanking?”
Max inclined his head.
“Right. Guess it’s time for that punishment.”
Clearing his throat, Sean climbed aboard and draped his body over Max’s lap. Wow, this was awkward. Which Max probably wanted. Just one more way to add to the unpleasantness. After all, Max had made it known just recently that his punishments wouldn’t be enjoyable.
Sean propped himself on his forearms, trying to get comfortable. Not exactly easy. Even though Max’s pickup had a built-in bed liner, it still wasn’t the softest of surfaces. A low little rumble emanated from above. Then Max eased his own knees further apart. Which immediately sent Sean shifting atop his lap as his junk slipped unrestricted between Max’s thighs.
Ah, God. This felt so fucking bizarre.
And so fantastically kinky.
Sean’s heart pounded wildly. His dick filled harder. Max’s warm hands settled gently atop his skin. One on Sean’s torso, at the small of his back, the other at the top of his thighs.
“Yeah,” Max murmured. “Just like this.”
His palms started moving. Slowly. Possessively. Up Sean’s spine. Over the curve of his ass. Sean shivered and dropped his head. Absently inched his knees wider. Must’ve drawn Max’s attention, because two seconds later, warm fingers stroked Sean’s taint, then cupped his sac.
Sean sucked in a breath. Oh, fuck. That felt good. He arched his back and subtly lifted his ass. More, please, Sir. Your touch is heaven.
But instead of continuing with his sensual caresses, Max smacked Sean’s butt really fucking hard.
“Ah!!” Sean scrambled in alarm atop Max’s thighs, but Max held him firmly in place.
Another spank came swiftly, then a few more after that. Sean gasped and cursed, clutched the metal tailgate. And still Max kept on going.
SMACK! SMACK!
Sean grimaced. Squirmed. Started to pant. Holy motherfuck, did that sting.
Max paused soon after and rubbed Sean’s cheeks. “I don’t like unannounced visits, Sean. I find them disrespectful.” Two more sharp smacks. Sean yelped. Max rumbled. All low and husky in his throat. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Sean gulped down some air. Tried to process Max’s words. But his mind was reeling too fast to think. Too busy trying to will away the pain. “I…” he rasped out. “I… I’m—”
SMACK!
Sean’s spine bowed hard. “Ah!! Son of a bitch!”
“Spit it out,” Max growled. “Are you sorry or not.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry! Won’t happen again!”
“Good,” Max muttered. “Because your Dom demands respect.” He slid his hand up Sean’s back to his nape, then guided Sean’s head down into submission. “Because I am your Dom, Sean. Whenever you’re in my presence. That fact was stated plainly in my rules.” His business hand clutched Sean’s ass cheek and kneaded. “You remember that, right? You said you read everything.”
Sean nodded. “Yes. I remember.”
“Yes, you remember, what, Sean.”
“Yes, I remember, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
SMACK! SMACK!
Sean yelped a second time. Clenched his cheeks. “What the fuck?! You said good boy!”
“Quiet,” Max chuckled. “And don’t fucking question me. I’m trying to wrap shit up so you can go.”
“But—”
SMACK! SMACK!
“Ungh!!” Sean muffled another curse.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Stifle that shit. Five more to go and you’re done.”
Sean inhaled raggedly, bracing for the rest. But damn, that hand stung so bad. Luckily, the final spanks came a bit lighter. Max’s own little show of mercy?
Hard to say with that one. His code was pretty ambiguous.
Sean slumped with a groan as Max got back to rubbing. Slowly down Sean’s back. Gently along his ass.
“Hope your plans tonight don’t require lots of sitting.”
Max was grinning. Sean could hear it. Hear it in his tone. All laden with smug satisfaction. Sean’s lips curved, too, distracted from the pain. Because even despite the cost at his expense, he loved that he’d just made Max smile.
